Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Reading a bit about the Left and the Right up in arms over the restriction of medicinal pot and the overall restriction (some say abolition) of State's Rights got me to thinking about that wonderful propaganda that ABC produced in the 70s - specifically 'Elbow Room'.

One thing you will discoverWhen you get next to one anotherIs everybody needs some elbow room, elbow room.

That's how it was in the early daysof the U.S.A.,The people kept coming to settle thoughThe east was the only place therewas to go.

The President was Thomas JeffersonHe made a deal with Napoleon.How'd you like to sell a mile or two, (or three, or a hundred or a thousand?)And so, in 1803 the Louisiana Territory was sold to usWithout a fussAnd gave us lots of elbow room,

Oh, elbow room, elbow room,Got to, got to get us some elbow room.It's the West or bust,In God we trust.There's a new land out there...Lewis and Clark volunteered to go,Good-bye, good luck, wear your overcoat!They prepared for good times and for bad (and for bad),They hired Sacajawea to be their guide.She led them all across the countryside.Reached the coastAnd found the mostElbow room we've ever had.

The way was opened up for folks with bravery.There were plenty of fightsTo win land rights,But the West was meant to be;It was our Manifest Destiny!

The trappers, traders, and the peddlers,The politicians and the settlers,They got there by any way they could (any way they could).The Gold Rush trampled down the wilderness,The railroads spread across from East to West,And soon the rest was opened up for - opened up for good.

And now we jet from East to West.Good-bye New York, hello L.A.,But it took those early folks to open up the way.

Now we've got a lot of room to beGrowing from sea to shining sea.Guess that we have got our elbow room (elbow room)But if there should ever come a timeWhen we're crowded up together, I'mSure we'll find some elbow room...up on the moon!

Oh, elbow room, elbow room.Got to, got to get us some elbow room.It's the moon or bust,In God we trust.There's a new land up there!

Reading a bit about the Left and the Right up in arms over the restriction of medicinal pot and the overall restriction (some say abolition) of State's Rights got me to thinking about that wonderful propaganda that ABC produced in the 70s - specifically 'Elbow Room'.

One thing you will discoverWhen you get next to one anotherIs everybody needs some elbow room, elbow room.

That's how it was in the early daysof the U.S.A.,The people kept coming to settle thoughThe east was the only place therewas to go.

The President was Thomas JeffersonHe made a deal with Napoleon.How'd you like to sell a mile or two, (or three, or a hundred or a thousand?)And so, in 1803 the Louisiana Territory was sold to usWithout a fussAnd gave us lots of elbow room,

Oh, elbow room, elbow room,Got to, got to get us some elbow room.It's the West or bust,In God we trust.There's a new land out there...Lewis and Clark volunteered to go,Good-bye, good luck, wear your overcoat!They prepared for good times and for bad (and for bad),They hired Sacajawea to be their guide.She led them all across the countryside.Reached the coastAnd found the mostElbow room we've ever had.

The way was opened up for folks with bravery.There were plenty of fightsTo win land rights,But the West was meant to be;It was our Manifest Destiny!

The trappers, traders, and the peddlers,The politicians and the settlers,They got there by any way they could (any way they could).The Gold Rush trampled down the wilderness,The railroads spread across from East to West,And soon the rest was opened up for - opened up for good.

And now we jet from East to West.Good-bye New York, hello L.A.,But it took those early folks to open up the way.

Now we've got a lot of room to beGrowing from sea to shining sea.Guess that we have got our elbow room (elbow room)But if there should ever come a timeWhen we're crowded up together, I'mSure we'll find some elbow room...up on the moon!

Oh, elbow room, elbow room.Got to, got to get us some elbow room.It's the moon or bust,In God we trust.There's a new land up there!